*Rests for about an hour, letting his body recover from the injuries he deal himself in the race, he meditates and realizes that its time to try... to forge a Clanblade...*
*He goes deep into the mountain's of his homeland and draws the simple hilt he has been carrying for so long... and 10 of the 11 Yen he has* "Yes... One cannot make something from nothing.. all conversions are equal".
*He closes his eyes and focuses on the power of the Shapers....
........ his body glows with a bio luminescence and the hand holding the yen glows so brightly is can be seen for miles away...
The first part of the forging is successful*
"Yes... the hilt is complete now.. and ready for the fusing..."
*the 10 yen have disappeared and the simple hilt he once carried is now of some strange purplish metal with 2 ogrish runes on the crossguard*
"The next step... is the .. dangerous one.. if it fails... I could easily die... a Clanblade hasn't been forged in almost a Millenia...."
*He stands up and holds out the hilt before him and opens his mouth and a wordless and soundless scream... as part of his Chi is bound to the blade..... first .. his body begins to slump... and a pale blade of what must be ogre bones has emerged*
*He continues to focus... and then... blue knotted flesh seals and grafts to the bone blade.... and Orlandu's body begins to twitch wildly..*
*He seems to slip but catches himself as red and blue liquids flow over the blade.. sheathing it in his blood, his face turns pale... and he coughts up a small gout of blood... nearly losing his grip.*
*With an iron will he holds the sword up to the sky... and the screams echo through the mountains... as his flesh crawls to cover and complete.. the Clan Sword*...
*Orlandu collapses from exhaution, blood, bone, muscle and skin loss..*
*His innate regeneration slow takes into affect and by morning he is incredibly hungry.. devouring the rations he brought specifically for this purpose. He eats as a starving man.. with no care for manners*
*After his meal he examines his creation...a true Clan Sword... forged of himself... it appears to be a blade of some deep blue tint, similar to that of Orlandu's own skin... which is in tatters but is slowly healing*
*Taking his new creation... he climbs slowly to the top of the peak of the mountain... and there he plunges the sword into the very rock and concentrates on the Earth Spirit*
*There is a flash of green energy.. as the power of the could mountain is absorbed into his sword*
"It is done.... I can't believe I am seeing it.. but it is so..."
*Upon the blade.. the Mark of the Earth Spirit lies engraved*
(OOC: Bought a Sword and Added the Mountain Location for a total of 10 Yen)
*He goes deep into the mountain's of his homeland and draws the simple hilt he has been carrying for so long... and 10 of the 11 Yen he has* "Yes... One cannot make something from nothing.. all conversions are equal".
*He closes his eyes and focuses on the power of the Shapers....
........ his body glows with a bio luminescence and the hand holding the yen glows so brightly is can be seen for miles away...
The first part of the forging is successful*
"Yes... the hilt is complete now.. and ready for the fusing..."
*the 10 yen have disappeared and the simple hilt he once carried is now of some strange purplish metal with 2 ogrish runes on the crossguard*
"The next step... is the .. dangerous one.. if it fails... I could easily die... a Clanblade hasn't been forged in almost a Millenia...."
*He stands up and holds out the hilt before him and opens his mouth and a wordless and soundless scream... as part of his Chi is bound to the blade..... first .. his body begins to slump... and a pale blade of what must be ogre bones has emerged*
*He continues to focus... and then... blue knotted flesh seals and grafts to the bone blade.... and Orlandu's body begins to twitch wildly..*
*He seems to slip but catches himself as red and blue liquids flow over the blade.. sheathing it in his blood, his face turns pale... and he coughts up a small gout of blood... nearly losing his grip.*
*With an iron will he holds the sword up to the sky... and the screams echo through the mountains... as his flesh crawls to cover and complete.. the Clan Sword*...
*Orlandu collapses from exhaution, blood, bone, muscle and skin loss..*
*His innate regeneration slow takes into affect and by morning he is incredibly hungry.. devouring the rations he brought specifically for this purpose. He eats as a starving man.. with no care for manners*
*After his meal he examines his creation...a true Clan Sword... forged of himself... it appears to be a blade of some deep blue tint, similar to that of Orlandu's own skin... which is in tatters but is slowly healing*
*Taking his new creation... he climbs slowly to the top of the peak of the mountain... and there he plunges the sword into the very rock and concentrates on the Earth Spirit*
*There is a flash of green energy.. as the power of the could mountain is absorbed into his sword*
"It is done.... I can't believe I am seeing it.. but it is so..."
*Upon the blade.. the Mark of the Earth Spirit lies engraved*
(OOC: Bought a Sword and Added the Mountain Location for a total of 10 Yen)
